A high IQ
doesn't protect a soft heart.
Makes me think perhaps
I'm soft in the head!
How could I not see -
you were never about me.
You troll the net
like a cyber shark
on a constant hunt
for the older, lonely, forgotten type.
The ones that have forgotten the warmth
of strong arms.
So starved for a kind word,
attention, a touch.
To take advantage of
the walking wounded.
And you don't know how much pain
you leave in your wake.
You have no idea
you ...
have...
no...
clue.
The pain left in the wake of your lust,
Or the extent of your inhumanity!